Twenty-five years of living
Twenty-five years of merely existing
How I am halfway to fifty
And a quarter to a hundred
Twenty-five years has past
Twenty-five years I have last
Trying to find a reason
To give meaning to my existence
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RandomSometimes we can't show what we wanted to show, sometimes all we have is a pen and a paper where we can write it all, every feelings, every emotion, but sometimes even that is not enough. This a collection of my own written poetries, some are random...
